"Drown in the illusory world of Mizuryu-Kei Land!"
As their eyes met, Makiya's visual prowess projected through his gaze, surging into Madara Uchiha's brain. The staggering power disrupted Madara's chakra, invading his meridians and interfering with his nerves, constructing a near-real world within his consciousness and dragging him into the abyss.
"Your genjutsu... Damn it... To think that I, the great Madara Uchiha..." The last glimmer of reality vanished from Madara's sight. His spirit plunged into total darkness, unaware of what awaited him.
When Madara opened his eyes again, he found himself standing at the gate of a strange hidden village.
'I am... Madara. Yes, I am Madara Uchiha. What was I supposed to be doing?' Madara's mind was a blank slate. He couldn't remember where he came from or what his purpose was, but a deep sense of urgency told him he had to act.
"This road... it's hard and flat. I've never seen a path like this." Madara stepped onto the asphalt road and walked toward the gate made of steel.
Above the gate, neon lights flickered, spelling out 'Mizuryu-Kei' in large characters. Cheerful music echoed from within the park, and the air was thick with the most primal scents of life.
Madara stared in shock at the absurd scene before him, feeling the values of a lifetime overturned in an instant. Images that used to only appear in a young man's dreams were now playing out vividly before his eyes.
"This is... what kind of..."
Tight-fitting clothes he had never seen, a battlefield involving multiple people he had never experienced—the world before him was filled with love and harmony. A world without conflict. How beautiful and peaceful—not!
Madara was not a man to be drowned in lust. His eyes sharpened instantly. Memories buried deep in his mind began to stir. Scenes of the ninja world flashed before him: his father Tajima, his brother Izuna, his enemy Tobirama, his sister-in-law Mito...
A flood of images intertwined, finally converging into the face of Hashirama Senju, who was wearing an idiotic grin. Madara's memory suddenly awakened, breaking through the barriers Makiya had set.
"So it's a genjutsu! What a shameless illusion! Break!" Madara roared, marshaling his visual prowess and chakra to struggle. Unfortunately, the previous illusion had drained the last of his strength. Even with the Hashirama cells in his chest, he couldn't recover in such a short time.
On the battlefield, the waves roared.
The towering Wood Golem stumbled, its knees buckling as it collapsed into the sea. Its massive volume displaced a huge amount of water, kicking up another series of towering waves.
The Susanoo armor covering the Wood Golem had already dissipated. Back when Madara was casting his own genjutsu, his remaining visual prowess was no longer enough to maintain such a massive drain.
Atop the Wood Golem's head, Makiya knelt on one knee, propping himself up with his arms as he panted heavily. Madara Uchiha lay flat in front of him. The White Zetsu coat on his body was mostly destroyed, covered in large cracks. Due to the excessive extraction of chakra, this White Zetsu's body was on the verge of collapsing.
At this moment, Madara's expression was exceptionally twisted. He muttered something under his breath, and his eyes spun rapidly beneath his eyelids. This was a sign that he was about to break through the illusionary world.
'Has he already regained self-awareness? Strange. Theoretically, an old bachelor like Madara shouldn't be able to withstand this kind of illusion.' Makiya frowned, realizing things weren't that simple. Madara's will to resist was unusually strong, fighting against Makiya's visual prowess with sheer willpower alone.
Taking a deep breath, Makiya walked toward Madara with the Kusanagi Sword in hand. His recovery speed was far beyond what the aged Madara could match.
With a flash of a blade, the White Zetsu coat wrapped around Madara was sliced into pieces, completely disintegrating into scrap.
White Zetsu possessed self-awareness, and the one on Madara was no different. Moreover, it was a special type with even greater strength, so he had to be cautious.
In the future Fourth Shinobi World War, a White Zetsu would control Yamato to successfully manifest the Veritable 1000-Armed Kan'on.
The tip of the Kusanagi Sword pointed directly at the center of Madara Uchiha's brow. Makiya thought for a moment and decided to vindicate his genjutsu one more time.
Visual prowess surged continuously as the genjutsu linked with Madara's consciousness. The illusory world was reset. Madara's memories were once again shrouded in a white veil, leaving him ignorant of his past life.
Similar scenes played out again, but this time, the paradise before Madara was filled with familiar faces.
Outside, the Madara lying on the ground gradually stopped struggling. His face became peaceful. This time, Makiya didn't intentionally design the scene. Referring to the experience with the Disc Seller Ghost, the genjutsu tapped into the darkest parts of Madara's heart and magnified them.
Humans are complex creatures. No matter how upright or great a person is, they still have dark and wicked thoughts in their hearts; it's just that most people can restrain themselves, using morality and law to govern their actions.
The genjutsu worked. Madara's expression gradually softened, and a naturally lewd smile appeared on his face as he began to murmur incessantly.
"Wait... Izuna, it's impossible between us... Sss... Mito, you!!! So that's how it is; Hashirama only lasts a minute. No wonder he couldn't pee as far as I could at the river back then. Fine, Mito, you're right. Only I can replace Hashirama to fulfill the mission... Hmph, cursed Tobirama, don't think I'll ever forgive you... Wait! Hashirama, don't look yet! It's not what you think!!!"
Makiya, who was peeking in secret, immediately withdrew from the illusion. The scene was far too blinding; he felt he'd need a dozen sessions of Erotica Makiya's memories to recover.
"Ugh..."
Makiya gagged. His mouth twitched slightly. 'Am I going to be the first Uchiha to be made sick by his own genjutsu?'
This eye-blinding memory couldn't be enjoyed alone. Makiya made up his mind to head to the God-Space tonight to share this fresh manure with everyone.
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People rarely withstand testing, especially when Makiya triggered the most wicked and twisted desires deep within Madara's soul. It wasn't entirely unexpected that such an illusion was produced.
But in the next second, a cold aura erupted from Madara. His sole remaining three-tomoe Sharingan opened uncontrollably, the three tomoe spinning at high speed.
The tomoe patterns began to melt like drops of black ink merging together. Then, they spread outward, tracing complex patterns onto the crimson pupil.
'Is this... a Mangekyo awakening?' Makiya was somewhat surprised. The stimulation from the genjutsu world had caused such intense emotional fluctuations that Madara's three-tomoe eye had met the conditions to evolve.
Madara's body had originally birthed the Mangekyo, and after merging with Hashirama cells, it had evolved into the Rinnegan. Now, having absorbed the Gedo Statue's chakra for years, his body was the perfect incubator for the Sharingan.
Every Mangekyo possesses unique ocular powers. While some are just powerful without changing the logic of combat, a stroke of luck could grant a heaven-defying ability that allows for a leap in strength.
The Sharingan is the Eye of the Heart's Reflection; the awakened power is related to the owner's most urgent desire and often plays a role in changing the overall situation.
To avoid complications, Makiya kept the Kusanagi Sword pressed against Madara's brow while staring intently at the Sharingan. The moment the black ink formed the new pattern, Madara took a sharp breath. His spirit had just escaped the illusion, only to feel a stabbing pain in his right eye as his vision plunged into darkness.
Simultaneously, a chill appeared at his brow. His brain felt as if it had rusted; his thoughts slowed down as countless images flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.
The eye-snatch and the kill were performed in one fluid motion. While the Kusanagi Sword was still in Madara's head, Makiya let go of the hilt and formed a hand-blade. His hand, wrapped in blue aura, slashed across Madara's neck.
The sharp blade of aura swept across the aged, wrinkled neck. A split second later, a fine line appeared. Blood seeped from the red thread, followed by a torrent.
Makiya examined the Mangekyo Sharingan in his hand. Because it was plucked the moment it awakened, the patterns on the crimson pupil hadn't faded. He could clearly see the unique design.
The outer edge featured a ring symbolizing a brilliant sun, with black triangular patterns representing light distributed evenly around the ring, radiating outward. Inside the ring was a smaller black sphere, likely symbolizing the moon.
The Mangekyo's ability was still unknown. Makiya pulled a test tube from behind him and dropped the precious eye inside. The nerves that had been pulled out with it floated in the solution—it looked painful.
Makiya exited Sage Mode and stowed the test tube away. He turned his gaze back to Madara.
The titan of an era had fallen, atop a Wood Golem over eight hundred meters tall—a fitting end for his status.
However, Makiya didn't dare leave immediately. The Uchiha clan's ultimate ocular jutsu, Izanagi, was too broken. Although Madara appeared to have only two eyes—one of which Makiya had just taken—who knew if he had hidden another one elsewhere on his body, or even inside it?
With Hashirama cells, such a maneuver was entirely logical. The affairs of ninjas were always that mysterious.
Makiya checked Madara inside and out but found nothing suspicious. To be safe, he chose the most reliable method: waiting!
Izanagi has a limited duration. Danzo's eyes lasted a minute each, while Obito, during his fight with Konan, used Kamui and Izanagi to survive ten minutes of continuous explosions—five of which were tanked with Izanagi.
The duration of Madara's Izanagi wasn't detailed in the original story, but based on the time between the end of the battle and his awakening in the manga, at least several hours had passed. Makiya planned to wait for three days.
"Multi-Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
Makiya created a clone to guard Madara's side while he sat down to recover his chakra and natural energy.
The bodies created by the Shadow Clone Jutsu contain half of the user's chakra. Whenever Makiya's chakra recovered to a certain point, he would create another clone. After three rounds, four clones with massive chakra stood atop the Wood Golem.
"Stay here. Make sure Madara is dead and buried. In three days, bring his body and return to Konoha to find me quietly," Makiya instructed his clones.
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